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Flying high in the sky,
A small bird lands on a branch
He sings his heart out
To his creator in heaven
He's but a swollow,
A bird made by God.
And God takes care of him
Why should we worry?
If he'll take care of a bird,
Whom He created too,
Whose to say He won't take care of us too.
Are you and I worse than the bird
Have we traversed our bounds
For even though we are sinners
God's love forever abounds.
He takes care of the birds, the grass and the trees,
He's going to take care of you, and He'll take care of me.
For we are the swollows, singing our hearts out in Hymn
And just like the swollow, He'll take care of us again